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Saying: 'What about that River-bit, she doesn't look no good? And that aged Hobden answered: ''Tain't for me to interfere, But I've known that bit o' meadow now for five and fifty year. Have it jest as you've a mind to, but I've proved it time on time, If you want to change her nature you have got to give her lime!
I have rights of chase and warren, as my dignity requires. I can fish but Hobden tickles. I can shoot but Hobden wires. I repair, but he reopens, certain gaps which, men allege, Have been used by every Hobden since a Hobden swapped a hedge. Shall I dog his morning progress o'er the track-betraying dew? Demand his dinner-basket into which my pheasant flew?
Ogier sent his wains to Lewes, twenty hours' solemn walk, And drew back great abundance of the cool, grey, healing chalk. And old Hobden spread it broadcast, never heeding what was in't; Which is why in cleaning ditches, now and then we find a flint. Ogier died. His sons grew English.
And that aged Hobden answered: ''Tain't my business to advise, But ye might ha' known 'twould happen from the way the valley lies. When ye can't hold back the water you must try and save the sile. Hev it jest as you've a mind to, but, if I was you, I'd spile! They spiled along the water-course with trunks of willow-trees And planks of elms behind 'em and immortal oaken knees.
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him Hobdenius a Briton of the Clay, Saying: 'What about that River-piece for layin' in to hay? And the aged Hobden answered: 'I remember as a lad My father told your father that she wanted dreenin' bad. An' the more that you neeglect her the less you'll get her clean.
Then Julius Fabricius died as even Prefects do, And after certain centuries, Imperial Rome died too. Then did robbers enter Britain from across the Northern main And our Lower River-field was won by Ogier the Dane. Well could Ogier work his war-boat well could Ogier wield his brand Much he knew of foaming waters not so much of farming land. So he called to him a Hobden of the old unaltered blood.
'Hev it jest as you've a mind to, but' and so he takes command. For whoever pays the taxes old Mus' Hobden owns the land. In the Same Boat 'A throbbing vein, said Dr. Gilbert soothingly, 'is the mother of delusion. 'Then how do you account for my knowing when the thing is due? Conroy's voice rose almost to a break. 'Of course, but you should have consulted a doctor before using palliatives.
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